What do you know, I actually have something to talk about

Ever notice that when you don't go out on a date/don't really have a boyfriend, family members decide there's something wrong with you and try to set you up with random people they work with?  Yeah, well this has happened to me this past week.  Both my mother and sister have tried to set me up on a blind date with people they work with.

First was my sister.  The guy she set me up with was a year younger than me and, in her words, looked like Chris Daughtry.  In my opinion, the only thing about him that was even similar to Chris was the bald head, and even his wasn't completely bald.  Best I can think of to describe it would be...Homer Simpson.  Bald on top and a little hair growing around the sides that he kept shaved.  Now this wouldn't have immediately turned me away, he wasn't entirely bad looking.  Probably the three biggest things that turned me away was one, he was almost a full head shorter than me.  Which means I'd never be able to wear certain shoes around him.  Second, this guy is twenty-two years old...and still living with mom.  I cold have overlooked this had he been attending college or, for whatever reason, lost a job and needed help getting back on his feet.  None of these were the case.  He had a full time job driving an ambulance, which payed well enough that he'd have no problem getting a place of his own.  Despite that, he still chose to continue living with her and his brother/sister.  The final thing was the kissing.  I realize that making out on the first date isn't entirely recommended, but the guy already had a few strikes on him.  I'd have been willing to overlook everything else if he was a decent kisser, sadly this was not so.  My lips were actually sore from him constantly grabbing either the top or bottom (mostly bottom) and chewing on them.  Now, some girls may like that sort of thing, but to me it felt as though he was trying to bite my lip off completely.  That alone was the deal breaker.  Call me picky, but I don't care how good-looking a guy is, he could be fucking Brad Pitt for all I care, if he can't kiss then I can't date him.

Now for the guy Mom tried to set me up with.  This one, after finding out who he was beforehand, I didn't even bother going out with.  One of the reasons, though not the big one, for refusing to even go out on a date with him was his age.  Now, I don't know his exact age, but I do know he's in his thirties.  I am twenty-three.  Putting him close to ten years older, if not more than that.  Again, not a huge problem.  The big deal breaker with this one was the nickname I heard him called on the few visits I spent with Mom at work.  The nickname being muffin top.  Which fit his description perfectly.  He was overweight, not morbidly so, but still pretty big.  When he wore his uniform, all that fat just spilled over the top of his belt, looking exactly like a muffin.  What could have ever made Mom think I would date someone like this I don't even know.

What makes all this worse, is when I asked both mom and sis if they would date these men they tried to hook me up with.  Sis, granted, was actually honest about it and said no, claimed he wasn't her type.  Mom, on the other hand, lied.  She said that, if she were my age, she would probably have dated Muffin top.  Now, the thing about my mother is she's not a very good liar.  In fact, most of the times it's so obvious I wonder if she's doing it on purpose.  Who knows.  All I know is, I will not be letting either of them set me up on a blind date again.

First blog

Well, let's just see how long I'm able to keep this up. Probably won't be posting any sort of blog every day, or even every week as my life is actually rather boring.

I guess you could call me a glorified babysitter, nanny, or whatever. All I really do, at the moment, is take care of my sister's kid for her, clean the house, and cook. As I said, pretty boring. Now, don't get me wrong, watching a child grow up from infancy can be pretty interesting, but only if the child you're watching is your own. Somehow, I find it hard to be overly enthusiastic about the little things she does every day. Perhaps one day, in the distant future, I will have a child of my own and will be able to show the 'proper' enthusiasm for his/her accomplishments.